When Mr. Zhang finished the fan painting, there was a compliment behind him.

[Mr. Zhang's color is very good. 】

[Mr. Zhang's composition is very peculiar. 】

[Mr. Zhang's sense of hierarchy is handled really well. 】

Mr. Zhang's professional level is one of the best in the circle of young painters in Lianshi, otherwise Lin Qingyuan would not have asked his friends to introduce him to him, and he wanted to collect a few more paintings in the future.

Although artists also pay attention to the price when selling paintings, the price is not an absolute consideration, and they must choose the people they like, and their portraits are like their children, and they must find someone destined to receive them.

Every time I watched Mr. Zhang draw, Li Xia felt that she was following the right teacher.

Li Xia only opened her own easel, painted the birch forest by the stream, she has seen the oil paintings of the birch forest in magazines more than once, every time she sees the joy of the new students in Western Europe, she wants to try sketching, but she has not found such an environment, and now the beautiful scenery is in front of her, and she really can't stop painting.

When the students are drawing, Mr. Zhang will look at them one by one and point out the students' problems in time.

When she arrived at Lixia, Teacher Zhang praised her for her good drawing.

The painting is good, which is basically the biggest praise of Mr. Zhang for the students.

"Really?" Li Xia was a little skeptical, because she was afraid that Teacher Zhang would say this for Lin Qingyuan's sake.

"Believe in yourself." After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he went to the next classmate.

Everyone drew until the sun went down and the light dimmed, and then they called it a day.

In the evening, Mr. Zhang summarized the realization of the students, maybe a little uncomfortable in the morning, some students did not perform well, in the afternoon, everyone entered the state, continue to maintain.

"Teacher, can you choose your own place tomorrow, we also looked at it for a day today, in fact, this place is very safe, because there are people painting everywhere."

Teacher Zhang and the counselor also found out that they were still reflecting on whether they were managing the students too much, and they were a little interested in sketching.

Teacher Zhang: "Let's talk about it in two days, and then adapt to it, you can adjust it at any time, no matter what, it is always safe to be safe." ”

At the end of the evening sketching class, some students were sitting and chatting in the courtyard below, and Li Xia also called Li Xiangtian downstairs to report the sketching situation on the first day.

After Li Xia finished making the call, he ran into Du Cheng, who was coming in from outside with a food bag.

"Li Xia, do me a favor and bring these things to Chi Xiaoya."

"What is this?"

"Chips and Coke."

"Have you inquired, will Chi Xiaoya like this kind of fattening food?"

"You can't go wrong with liking."

After Li Xia went upstairs, she didn't see Chi Xiaoya in the room, she heard the sound of water in the bathroom, probably taking a bath, and Li Xia put her things on her bedside table.

After a while, Chi Xiaoya came out of the bathroom, saw the things on the bedside table, looked puzzled, and asked, "Whose thing is this?" ”

Li Xiacai, who was watching again and again, came back to her senses, "This is Du Cheng asked me to bring it to you." ”

When Chi Xiaoya heard this, she threw the things aside.

"Li Xia, please don't help me accept things casually in the future."

Li Xia saw Chi Xiaoya's displeasure on her face, "I'm sorry senior sister, I didn't think about it so much, he asked me to bring it, and I was kind enough to refuse." ”

"Do you think much about it, you know best."

When Li Xia heard this, it was really not good, it happened that there were only the two of them in the room, she should have heard it, and she didn't want to care.

It's just that I feel that Chi Xiaoya's face changed too quickly, Li Xia didn't think that she would say such mean words, if Li Na said this, she would not be surprised at all, she would not live in a room, and even her personality would be contagious.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry."

Li Xia felt that it was useless to say more, so she had to give up.

After a while, Li Na returned.

"Li Xia, when did you have such a good relationship with Teacher Zhang, I really can't see it."

"Is there one? It seems that you have a good relationship with me and take good care of me. ”

Li Na knew that Li Xia was teasing her with these words.

"I am the class leader, of course, I have to take care of the classmates and try to cause as little trouble as possible for the teacher."

"Yes, yes, thank you for taking care of me."

With that, there was silence in the air.

Chi Xiaoya: "Li Xia not only has a good relationship with Teacher Zhang, but also has a good relationship with the boys in the class, as long as anyone who has met her can be arrested by her." ”

"Senior sister, what do you mean by that?" Li Xia asked with a red face.

"I know it in my heart."

Li Na began to watch the play on the side, although she didn't understand what they were talking about, but there must be a story in it, she didn't dare to ask Chi Xiaoya now, sooner or later she would pick it up.

Li Xia couldn't fall asleep in bed, this feeling was so uncomfortable, I missed the warm atmosphere of the 501 dormitory. She remembered that she had to set an alarm clock, and she couldn't sleep now, and if she overslept tomorrow and was late again, it wouldn't be good.

When the alarm clock was remembered the next day, Li Xia felt so uncomfortable, she didn't sleep well, she was a little irritable, and she had to get up.

In the morning, I still arranged to go to the mountains to sketch. The road up the mountain this time is a bit difficult compared to the last time, it is all stone paths, and there are patches of hawthorn trees on both sides of the road, which is also very suitable for painting.

Li Xia didn't sleep well, and she didn't have any energy at all, so she drew a landscape sketch casually, and carried the oil painting box in vain, and she was so tired that she was humming.

After a while, another group of people stopped here, like a formation, to find a good position, and break open the easel. They are still wearing uniform uniforms, and the school uniform reads on the face of XX Academy of Fine Arts, which is one of the eight major art academies in China, and the oil painting major is the strongest in the country.

When the two teams were drawing, they were still walking around each other, which was a bit of a competition with each other.

The leading teachers on both sides chatted on the side, the art circle was very small, and everyone was an acquaintance when they chatted, and the students, who were still a little hostile, also began to chat, complaining to each other about their respective schools.

These words were said behind the teacher's back, and I couldn't help but give the teacher face, anyway, the teachers were chatting hotly, and I didn't hear what the students were saying at all.

I drew in the morning, and I made a group of friends, and the most important thing is that we all live in the same yard, and we have to make an appointment to sketch in the evening, and we can communicate and learn from each other.

The students were very excited to know the news that they were going to paint with the students of the Academy of Fine Arts at night, especially the boys in the class, who usually didn't treat the girls in the class as girls, but this time they could have more contact with the girls of the Academy of Fine Arts, and they all wished they could come in the evening.

Not to mention, I saw a few girls from the Academy of Fine Arts, whose temperament is really different from that of girls in comprehensive universities, they look like they give people a sense of alienation, more artistic temperament, and of course their appearance is not weak.

At noon, everyone is more and more open to their stomachs, usually snacks are not easy to buy, and there is not much time to eat after buying, usually either painting or on the way to paint.

(End of chapter)